The Divorce I Never Knew

My wife, Catalina, is a billionaire CEO. To me, she’s an angel. Three years ago, her stalker, Dixon Bright, shattered my hand with a hammer, ending my career as an architect. Catalina nursed me back from the brink, her love the only thing holding me together.

On our fifth anniversary, I went to the DMV. The clerk looked at me strangely. "Sir, our records show you were divorced three years ago. On October 12th."

The same day I was attacked.

The record also showed who Catalina married that very day: Dixon Bright.

My world tilted. Her tender care—feeding me, dressing me, encouraging me to draw with my left hand—was it all a lie? I found their secret house, a glass mansion she called an "investment." Inside, she wasn't punishing him. She was kissing him.

I pressed my ear to the glass and heard the words that destroyed me.

"It was your idea to cripple him," she cooed to Dixon, stroking his hair. "It was the only way to make sure he'd never leave me. You did a good thing, Dixon. You earned your reward. You earned me."

My loving wife hadn't just betrayed me. She had ordered my destruction to turn me into a pet she could keep in a cage.

My phone buzzed. A text from Catalina. "Happy anniversary, my love. Can't wait to celebrate tonight.